Wrong End Of The Spear

First sign of trouble you take to the woods

With your slippers and your hair pulled under your hood

You won't look behind you you'll just know that you should

Be ready for climbing like you never thought you could

Looking for cover like you've never had to

Knowing it gets worse before it ever gets good

Cause something's wrong something's near

Slowly advances and has us surrounded here

And if I'm right then it's clear

That I'll be on the wrong end of the spear

There's ice on the river there's snow on the rocks

But it's too soft here to cross

That's buck's fur you're seeing in the water circled by hawks

You stay off the middle you keep out of shot

Your feet down in the frost

These kinds of stories aren't told if both get lost

Something's wrong something has come

It's not taking chances it's not giving us one

And if I'm right then you'll hear drums

And I'll be on the wrong end of the gun

This hill we're on is no longer safe enough it's true

Too easy now to be stormed and set fire to

To be overtaken by the likes

Of even children that're too young to fight

Something's wrong something appears

With an arrow to its ear coming up on its heels

Now if I'm right then it's real

I'll be on the wrong end of the shield

I'll be on the wrong end of the shield

And you'll be gone you'll have disappeared